Every season has it's harvest.
First kiss, spring flowers,
fresh green, new dreams.
Kids running in the sprinkler
Summer fruits,, indigo evenings
Family cooking thanksgiving feast,
ruby leaves, warmth against chill.
Forgiveness, satisfaction, stories
by the fire, winter come full circle.
Every season has its harvest.
So very true of each season, Victoria.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I love this and will read again. The little things don't matter when you can see the harvest of each season.
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